Shadewood Big Bad Wolf

His heart slowed.
That tended to slow down the heat which threatened to crack the glacier into fragments, thus damning Valour to nothingness. It was the true messiah in this moment, not his patience, and damn sure not his empathy. His methodology was never based off of brash behavior, anyways. 

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with exploring- but it’s not safe to pee on the borders unless you’re a grown up, buddy. Predators tend to take advantage of you when your back is turned as a baby.” He offered a faux nod of realism, nosing the pup back inside, and purposefully stepping on the piss puddle to somewhat override the stink of child wee. Last thing others needed to know was his own spawn weren’t pissing on the borders too. For fucks sake, some nonexistent pair’s kid was out here taking over the fucking territory. 

Bringing the pup from the borders, Cry found himself salivating-
Valour would make such a wonderful snack-

“Hungry? Think it would be nice to eat something. Got a taste for some fish.”